Krauser PUA

Aggressive commuting

October 29, 2012
krauserpua

On my way to work I like to take a leisurely stroll to the Underground station so I can get a little sun and fresh air, stretch my legs a little. I find it helps orient me to the day and negate the stress of the London rush hour. You get to see people at their most dispirited and iritable early on a Monday morning. Once such recent encounter gave me pause for thought in how certain behaviours give you a window into a person’s world.

So I approach the station around 8am and my Oyster card has expired so I proceed to the ticket machines, two of them side-by-side near the station entrance. Both are busy and a thirty-ish chubby Asian man is trying to straddle both queues (he is the only person waiting) by standing between the machines. Immediately I peg him as unsatisfied with his life as he is shuffling hurriedly and craning his neck over the other passenger’s shoulders willing them to complete their ticket purchases faster. So I know this man is passive-aggressive and unhappy with his lot in life. I have no time for people who breach the standard codes of daily life, whether they jabber on their mobile phones while at a cash register (and thus disrespect the staff) or in this case trying to hold two queues up to save time by externalising his impatience onto other passengers. I walk directly to the right-hand machine to wait. He turns to face me and says “I’m waiting for that one”.

A non-managed ticket queue, yesterday

This surprises me a little. London commuters are a timid bunch and even the passive-aggressive ones are usually so passive they won’t say anything or hold eye contact.

“OK” I reply, and move towards the left-hand machine.

“I’m queueing for both of them” he says and physically moves to block me.

“No you’re not. Choose a queue” I reply.

He whines about something but halfway through one of the women in front finishes her purchase so I move to that machine. The guy dodges in front and rushes to the machine. What a dickhead, I think, and give him a light shove as he brushes past me and then I wait for the girl infront of my machine to finish. He pipes up, something along the lines of:

Him: You just hit me

Me: No I didn’t it was a light shove as you pushed past me

Him: That’s assault. I’ll make a citizen’s arrest if you hit me again

Me: (now making my ticket purchase) I didn’t hit you and I’m not going to touch you

Him: You hit me. I’ll have you arrested. I’ll take you into custody until the police come

Me: If you touch me I’ll knock you out

Him: I am going to take your photo (starts fumbling with phone camera)

Me: No you’re not. I don’t give you permission (lightly swat his phone down, but not so hard that he drops it)

I forget the exact words but he was bleating and prattling, much longer sentences than I’ve written here. He walks off and then turns to take a photo from a distance then waits for me at the top of the platform steps so he can then prattle on next to me about how he’s going to have me arrested. Next he pretends to call the Transport Police giving them my description and agreeing a rendezvous at the next station. I’ve already back-turned him. Nothing more comes of it.

but wearing a tailored Italian suit

My reason for relaying this story isn’t to position myself as some kind of champion of social justice. He was a pushover gamma male showing a rare appetite for confrontation, hardly a threat even in this country of officious law enforcement that seek to harass law-abiding tax-payers rather than stop real crime. Rather, what did this incident show me about this man’s reality? My thoughts:

He has a generally bitter view of the world where other people, and probably fate generally, are assumed to be against him. He is under attack and every now and then needs to fight back
He will breach social convention in the grey areas (i.e. straddling two queues) in order to gain a marginal advantage. This is value-taking. I suspect he’d also not tell checkout staff if he received too much change on his groceries and likely is an inconsiderate driver
When in a confrontation his instinct is passive-aggressive and to tell teacher. His attempt to reframe himself as the victim of a physical attack was laughable, even Premiership footballers don’t play act that obviously. Despite initiating both the circumstances of the confrontation (through his value-taking) and the explicit confrontation itself (telling me to play by his rules then jumping in front of me) and the first physical nudge and the prolonging of it (the photo and threats) he was determined to frame himself as the victim.
His shrill references to having me arrested were just telling teacher. He is not a man who handles his own confrontations. It’s easy to play brave when you have an army behind you. There’s nothing badass about strutting infront of a (perceived) helpless victim like you’re a warrior
The attempts to photograph me show his classic gamma traits. When people self-define as a victim they often award themselves a moral carte-blanche to ruthlessly attack their supposed-oppressors without honour or proportionality. Just look at “anti-fascist” or “anti-homophobia” demonstrators and how they try to hound normal men out of their livelihoods. This betrays the deep-seated misanthropy behind the victim identity.
He told a blatant lie in carrying on his sham phone call. So not only does he play fast and loose with the truth but the whole charade was designed to try to worry me and ruin my day. So he was not motivated by defending himself or seeing an aggressor brought to justice. No, he was motivated by the ego payoff of trying to be a winner in a confrontation and to make me feel bad.

These are the same character traits which guarantee failure with women. It was pretty obvious looking at him that he doesn’t fuck hot girls. Much of the rage and feminised desire for indignation that led him to act out will have been driven by his sexual poverty. The lesson for my dear readers is this: Who you are, how you orient to the world, is a direct determinant of your success with women. Everything about this man and his behaviour was woman-repellant.

Guys who are knocking over hot women on the regular are chill, relaxed, pleasant men. It’s both cause and effect. They don’t seek unnecessary confrontations but when they do they handle it themselves, out in the open.

[Edit – Due to my gamma contingent not understanding the physical layout of a train station and the queueing system in place, I’ve added a photo of a similar such layout. K.]

Not only do I bang sluts, but I’m rubbish in bed too

October 18, 2012
krauserpua

My site analytics showed me I’d gotten a bunch of hits from this guy linking me:

SadVirgin whines: Why oh why do us sad lonely male nerds struggle while jerks like this get all the hot beautiful women? (link to my last lay report)
I reply: Because jerks like me put in the hard work to become a sexworthy man. If you shifted your ass and did what I did, you’d get what I get.

Exhibit A

This quite understandably triggers a few responses. Now seeing as a couple of them are reasonably thought out, I think perhaps there’s decent people involved in this website so I invest a little time explaining myself. Here’s some of the early comments. First a reasonable but slightly blue-pill guy:

Anthony: It is absolutely true that you put the work and effort in to becoming ‘sexworthy.’ But your attitude isn’t helpful. Under one caption on your site, it read “I’m entitled to this” or something along those lines. Which is complete bullshit. You’re entitled to your opinion, that’s about it. If you want to break away from the norm and date lots of women and have casual sex, there is nothing wrong with that. More power to you if you can achieve it. But when you have the attitude that you’re entitled or owed sex? Then you’re treading into asshole territory.

There isn’t anything inherently wrong with what you do (the sleeping with women part – the general disregard for their feelings [and I realize it isn’t quite that simple], that’s a different story), but your attitude makes you a jerk. So, I understand why unsuccessful men would take their anger out on you. It’s ill-placed, because being angry at you won’t help them get girls. But, some (if not most) of the hate you receive is well-earned.

Then a hater:

Commonly Known As X: I’m sure you can be the sad old git picking up insecure young women without two much trouble, especially if you travel to places where poverty or recent civil wars mean there is a lot more vulnerable youn women. The women will probably learn a sad lesson in what to avoid as they grow up.

IF of course this whole scenario is real. PUAs almost always remind me of really dorky teenagers bragging about their imaginary conquests. I mean, did he really dump this young hottie or did she suddenly realise that not only was this guy twice her age and half her maturity level, but he was completely selfish in bed. An interest in “sexually inexperienced” women seems like a red-flag for not very good at giving pleasure.

And then a fairly red-pill woman:

Eselle28: Hot beautiful women aren’t rationed out based on the recipient’s moral worth. The jerk in question approaches lots of women, has either developed or learned to fake appealing qualities, and is fishing in waters where he may have a certain extra appeal as an exotic foreigner. I’d say the first step for sad lonely male nerds is to develop a persona beyond “sad lonely” – that’s not a combination anyone finds very attractive.

I think I’d also suggest taking some of these stories with a grain of salt. I suspect that the writer experienced some harsh rejections he’s leaving out, and that at least some of the women he mentions may be more interested in having an exciting fling than suffering from hopeless, virginal love.

So I dispense my opinions in a long reply. I incorrectly assume the above hater is a man(gina), btw, so it’s best to treat my response as a generic rant cos it was off target this time. Oops.

Krauserpua writes:

Anthony – I mostly agree, but I think you also missed most of my humour regarding things like the “entitled” caption. Understandable if you’ve dropped into my blog and haven’t read it long enough to get my writing style. A strong sense of entitlement is actually very important to develop if you want to date hot women – if you don’t believe you deserve them, you won’t push past their screening tests and they’ll agree you don’t deserve them. The hate I receive is mostly from manginas like Commonly Known As X – these are perenial losers who project their own self-loathing onto me and are utterly callous about it. Their total disrespect for anyone they see as non-humans (namely, anyone who enjoys their life) is part of the hateful victim vibe that repels women.

CMaX – You’d kill to experience the sexual abundance I do, as everybody who reads your comment knows full well. The fact I bang hot girls and you don’t burns you up inside because it shakes your whole reality. Let me tell you why. You think you’re special and nicer than every other guy and you double-down on identifying with the feminine to try to get laid. Yet it doesn’t work. So you fall back onto the pretty lie that success in dating is just luck, outside your control. That allows you to avoid taking responsibility for your failures, and you are a failure. Then people like me come along who not only bang girls that you think I shouldn’t be able to, but I even lay out a clear path for how you too can achieve the same success….. if only you put in the same hard work I did. But you’re not willing to do that because you’d prefer to be a loser with pretty lies than go through this tough transition period. Hence you have cognitive dissonance. Rather than resolve it with a winner’s attitude of “lets learn from this” you resolve it with a losers attitude of “lets try to deny and belittle the achievement”. Pure sour grapes. I have no respect for losers like you at all.

Eselle28 – Totally agreed with paragraph one. Paragraph two is usually true but I’m the wrong example. I’ve hyper-documented my blog over 480 posts with infield videos, text message exchanges, facebook chat screenshots, post-lay interviews. I’ve also talked plenty about the harsh rejections. No probs if you didn’t know this, can’t expect everyone to be interested enough in my blog to read every post!

I’ve written 480 posts on how to get good with women and my own personal journey from when I initially couldn’t get laid. My technical mindset ought to appeal to nerds. My journey ought to inspire readers here that they too can succeed. Anthony is quite ironically wrong in saying my attitude is unhelpful – I’ve donated hundred of hours of my time to providing a free online resource that any guy can use to improve his success with women. I’m really fucking helpful to those among you who are willing to put in the hard work. I’m really fucking unhelpful to the spiteful pussies among you who just wanna hate and play victim

I don’t know how long this thread will run, but here it is to follow yourselves:

And to dispense with the red flag about not being good in bed. Damn, you caught me bang to rights, as this girl proves from tonight’s Facebook chat

Girls reading this who wish to be well-serviced: email and photo to krauser[at]rocksolidgame[dot]co[dot]uk. You must be pretty, agreeable and under 27 years old.

Reasons why a woman will have sex with you

October 17, 2012
krauserpua

Men usually have sex for one reason and one alone: he fancies the girl. That’s it. Certainly in my case. Unlike blue pill betas I look at gigolos and male strippers with disgust rather than awe. There are few things I can imagine worse than having sex with an unattractive woman or cavorting around like a clown to a load of vile hootering ‘n’ hollering hen party slags. Seriously, I’d rather flip burgers for minimum wage than get the £75ph these jokers make. Degenerates aside, men have sex for one reason. In contrast, consider this list of reasons girls have given me after I banged them:

Felt trapped and stale in long-term relationship. Wanted something new and exciting
Anglophile with fantasy of dating English gentleman
Seeking to align with a knowledgeable and wise man to guide her life
Used to controlling men and fascinated by the challenge of seeing if she can do the same to me
So frustrated after years of avoiding sex because the men are inadequate, ready to jump at the chance as soon as it comes
On a short holiday and looking for adventure
Engaged to be married in a traditional country and wants one last taste of freedom
Good friends with me for a long time and thinking of taking a souvenier memory home when her visa expires
Loves being dominated against her will so thirsting to be taken
On holiday out of sight from an extremely restrictive home country so took a rare chance at hedonism
Wanted to have a threesome and I was the only available man above her attraction threshold
Unbelieveably turned on by me specifically
Totally inexperienced and wanted to be broken in by an experienced man
Boyfriend was out of town and the unexpected chance for consequence-free variety presented itself
Been reading Fifty Shades Of Grey and on the lookout for someone fitting the bill of her own Christian Grey
Stressed out from overwork and not getting a chance to meet anyone
Feeling alone and unappreciated in a foreign country so looking for someone’s life to attach to
Friends cajoling her to get an English boyfriend
Never had an SNL before and wondered what it’s like

This is not to deny basic principles that girls only have sex with men who meet their attraction criteria and with whom they feel sufficiently comfortable. However, it’s never as simple as “she likes me”. Men use sex for the physical pleasure and for the psychological validation. Women have many many reasons because it’s a tool to them. Sometimes those reasons are simply to secure positive emotions (or suppress negative emotions) but often they are incomprehensible.

I bang my first 23yr old Yugoslav dancer

October 16, 2012
krauserpua

I’ve held off writing this report because most of the seduction has been covered in other posts, and because I have some regrets over getting involved with this girl. When I initially got into Game / PUA I had relatively undefined goals. Mixed in with my general desire to make up for lost time (having been in a relationship 9 years and a serial monogamist for most of my adult life) was a more existential desire to bring my love life under my locus o control. In early 2009 I felt powerless and at a loose end, thrust back onto the dating market without any skills to compete. Just go back to my very early posts to get a window into what a low ebb I was at. The Mighty Krauser of today is utterly assured around hot young women and pretty damn confident that a good portion of them will fancy, flirt and fuck him. The Lowly Krauser of 2009 would’ve been happy with 30-year old table scraps. The journey changes who you are and what you feel entitled to.

What I’m entitled to

If you were to roll up my goals and desires in 2009 you’d find a seething tangled toxic mess of desperation, neediness, bitterness and powerlust. Ok, I exaggerate but I had a negative frame and was easy pickings for the siren voices of the Dark Side. My first eye-opening realisation from summer 2009 was that I could start and hold conversations with precisely the pretty young girls that I fancied. That motivated me to keep plugging away through wind, sleet and snow. As summer 2010 arrived I was dating a sweet 22 year old Thai girl that Bhodi probably still fraps off to (if only he had my extensive sex video collection of her 🙂 ). That relationship ran on 8 non-exclusive months while I also had a concurrent relationship with an even sweeter 19 year old French girl. Not only was I getting regular sex with girls who one year ago would’ve seemed forever off-limits, but I had a second eye-opening realisation… these girls were madly in love with me. I’d discovered my natural gift for ~~soul collection~~ deep conversion.

This was a sweet realisation because all my power-hungry fantasies came true. I guess I still had some abandonment issues from my divorce, these issues constantly reinforced in my forebrain by all the MRA websites I was reading at the time. I was seriously mistrustful of women both in the abstract and in person so I built a hard shell around myself as protection and also deliberately screened for young niave girls with limited sexual experience. The Thai had one previous sexual partner four years before meeting me, and the Frenchie one partner a few month earlier. So I developed my Soul Collection theories (and even a six hour presentation on how to do it) and set about a one year reign of terror amongst women’s hearts. It’s well over a year since I last ran amok with these powers and I’ve tried hard to manage girls’ expectations to prevent the kind of destructive heartbreaks I left in my wake. I firmly believe that every time a girl gives herself to a man with love, she gives a bit of her heart. Her capacity to feel niave blissful love for the next guy is permanently diminished by that extent.

It would appear my enduring character traits still steer me towards deep conversion, as my new Yugoslav girl showed.

While touring the former Yugoslavia in July I’d ended up walking down the main promenade with Robusto doing some half-arsed daygame. I pick my girl out a crowd despite her lack of makeup, tightly-pulled ponytail and loose-fitting gym clothes. I just know from her walk, figure and facial structure that she’s my kind of girl. It’s the genuine DNA-tug I discuss in my book. The stop hits well and we idate in a nearby cafe for an hour. She’s hit all my tickboxes:

introverted
intelligent
bookish
long legged
exotic look, especially high cheekbones and cat-like eyes
sexually inexperienced

There’s something bubbling under the surface, a hot spring of sexual energy waiting to be unleashed. We meet again the next night and I get my kiss close and some really good deep rapport. I use her reading of Fifty Shades Of Grey to handle my verbal escalation and sexual naturalisation. She comes to my room but won’t bang just yet. Next evening I finger her in the cafe to give her a Fifty moment. She begs me to stay but I have to go off to another date / lay. Our relationship continues on Skype.

I’m fully expecting to make this girl my new girlfriend. Not exclusively, she overtly confesses she doesn’t expect or require me to stay monogamous although she will, but I’m giving this girl real affection and building an emotional connection I expect to maintain. Quiet whispers from my subconscious are conflicting me but they are so weak as to be easily ignored. I want a girl in Belgrade so I’ll damn well have one. Things progress until we are talking openly about sex, she’s masturbating to text chat, and also she does a video striptease. Things are proceeding swimmingly. We agree for her to come visit me in London for a week (at my expense, she’s a student) so she begins the visa application. She’s thrilled. Not only has she totally fallen for me but she’s never travelled outside Serbia before and London is so so shiny to her. Unexpectedly, a ten day window opens up at work so on a whim I decide to go visit her. My doubts and conduct are discussed here so I’ll not repeat it.

I close her.

A real one, this time

The next evening when I tell her my feelings have died she is mortified. I can read in her eyes, almost see an image of her future crashing down about her. I feel awful but I’ve painted myself into a corner. Her previous (and only) sexual partner treated her like shit, apparently, and dumped her hard. She once told me if I did the same to her she’d break into little pieces so please don’t. I want to let her down gently but that’s like kicking her to death while wearing slippers. There’s only two ways to transition a girl out of a deep conversion:

Patiently over several months allow her emotions and forebrain to disengage from you of their own accord. This requires reducing the frequency of contact (much easier when in different countries), refraining from gathering anymore heart strings in your grasp, reframing towards being a big brother rather than a boyfriend (so she still feels cared for and inside your reality but with diminished sexual energy), and logically clearing her to feel attraction for other men without feeling guilt. Doing this requires months of paying attention to the girl and even then it’s not a smooth ride for her. For a few girls I’ve been more than happy to do so because I retained not just a strong affection for them as people but also decent levels of sexual interest.
Dump her hard and fast. The important cruel-to-be-kind point is that you crush all hope immediately so she has nothing to cling on to that will inhibit the grieving process. So tell her your feelings have died and they won’t rekindle, cut off contact (meaning don’t keep inquiring to her wellbeing or trying to be friends), and leave well alone. In these cases expect the girl to have a traumatic three-week purging process of tears and pleas for reconciliation. Maintain a stony-faced disengagement. Suddenly her feelings will turn and she’ll be over you.

I had zero interest in my Yugoslav girl after the first lay. I think my mind was made up halfway through, actually. I just felt a revulsion to her. It’s a really weird feeling because logically I could see she was still the very pretty girl I felt uninterrupted strong desire for the preceeding three months. Her behaviour was impeccable. There was literally nothing she could’ve done differently to keep me. It must be so frustrating for her. My mind made up I just had to sack up and tell her. Timing is important. Having sex with a girl triggers a cascade of hormonal and emotional responses in her that are not present prior to sex. Players are well aware of the sudden dramatic shift in power in a relationship after the initial lay. The effect is doubly pronounced once you’ve banged her three times as the oxytocin addicition takes over and her final barriers crumble. An old pre-game maxim of mine is bang a girl three times and you own her.

So if you’re gonna cut a girl off hard, do it as soon as you realise that’s the outcome. I did it after the first time. That doesn’t make it painless but considerably less so than if I’d strung her along the rest of the holiday. As a postscript, I’ve heard nothing back from her at all. I think she’s wise enough to know it wouldn’t help her recovery. I feel chastened. My own progress is less advanced than I’d come to believe if I’m lacking the self-awareness to know when I’m deep converting a girl I don’t wish to keep. Perhaps my hunger for power blinds me to the warnings of my core.

Chick Crack: How to make a girl laugh on a date

October 14, 2012
krauserpua

I’ve been back out on a few dates lately and in high spirits after a period of utter laziness and apathy with women. Looking back, I think I was overdoing the poker-face / uninvested aura where I’d not say much, move slowly, and make the girls invest. There’s nothing wrong with it but I have more fun when I’m being active and teasing, making the girl giggle, squeal and pout. So the last few dates I shook off the lethargy and dusted off my old Chick Crack mini-routines. These are little pre-scripted routines you can drop into a conversation at opportune moments to give it spice, up the alpha, and hit an attraction spike. Recent ones I used…

Out shopping

1. That’s so cool

Imagine you’re pottering around a shopping mall or market, looking at clothes, accessories and whatnot. Your attention is suddenly taken by something against the far wall. You tap her shoulder and indicate

Me: “Wow, that’s really cool!”
Her: “What? What is it?” (comes closer)
Me: “Oh… no…. it’s just me” (point at reflection, chuckle)

Do that three or four times during the date as you pass reflective surfaces.

2. I know what she’s thinking

You are walking down the street with the girl on your arm or perhaps sitting on an underground carriage with her leaning into you. You notice some passerby looking at you both, perhaps out of curiosity or boredom. You whisper into your girl’s ear:

Me: “That girl is totally checking us out”
Her: “Yes, I noticed”
Me: “I know what she’s thinking. I can tell”
Her: “What?”
Me: “She’s thinking how on earth did she find such a cool guy. She’s jealous”

Again rinse repeat several times during the date until it’s a running joke.

3. That’s because you’re a woman

You’ll be in conversation about how your day went, your future plans and so on. Quite naturally she’ll tell you her minor worries such as trying to decide what to get a friend as a birthday present, or completing some application forms for a job. When she verbalises her confusion or anxiety:

Me: That’s quite understandable really
Her: Mmm…..
Me: With you being a woman
Her: (doesn’t know what you mean)
Me: And only having a little woman-sized brain. Like a pea. It can’t be easy using it to make decisions

Hold your ground with a frame of cheerful misogyny and give physical comfort like a little squeeze on her hand or shoulder.

4. That spot over there

I’m walking through Camden Market with my Russian girl spouting the usual jibber-jabber about the area such as this place used to be a stables or that place sells good leather jackets. I point out a stall ten metres away.

Me: Can you see that retro clothes shop over there, with the red and white sign?
Her: Yes, I think so
Me: When we get to that shop, I’m going to kiss you

Then take your sweet time getting there, looking at all sorts of tat in the other stalls while she gets impatient for the kiss.

5. I’m tough

Anytime you are describing an experience that involves (mild) fear or pain, such as a horror movie, a rollercoaster ride, stubbing your toe getting out the bath finish with this flourish:

Me: There were ten of us in the cinema room with all the lights out watching the movie. It was pretty scary
Her: (listens)
Me: Well, I wasn’t scared. Obviously. I’m tough. But everyone else was scared. Possibly even crying.

Me: The sparring was quite hard. We did about twenty minutes in three minute rounds. At one point Lee caught me with a clean right hand, right on the nose
Her: ouch!
Me: I didn’t feel anything. Obviously. I’m rock. But it would’ve knocked out a normal man.
Her: (giggles)
Me: He probably hurt his hand. My body is like high tensile steel. Touch here. See! It’s like touching a tank isn’t it.

Zagreb diaries

October 10, 2012
krauserpua

First night in Zagreb is a thunderstorm. Excited teenagers huddle under shop awnings as their Sunday night plans are washed away. I head out to my favourite restaurant for steak and spend the rest of the night at my apartment, chatting on Facebook. Things unexpectedly perk up. Not only does my top girl confirm our Monday evening meeting but another cold lead, a stunningly beautiful Audrey Hepburn-alike, hits me up out of nowhere with “Hey, I see from your status you’re in Zagreb. Sorry I never replied to your messages but I don’t like Facebook chat. Do you want to meet?”. Fuck yeah, she’s a solid nine. I can’t stress enough how much she looks like Audrey Hepburn. It’s not a mere resemblance, she’s a spitting double. I hail mary all the other vaguely-warm Zagreb leads in my phonebook and get four responses out of ten but logistics eventually puts them all on the backburner.

I shit you not

Monday lunchtime Audrey shows up and we spend five hours drinking coffee, then whiskey and finally rum. It’s a funny old date. There’s no question she fancies me but I can feel a barrier and know it’s not on. Deep rapport is perfect and within two hours we are strongly connected and sharing alot of our identities. I really like this girl. But the kino isn’t there, she isn’t reciprocating the verbal escalation and she deftly maintains social distance. This presents something of a quandry. I can’t smoothly escalate but nor can I allow this date to end without making an unambiguous statement of intent. She has to know she’s dealing with a man, not a wuss. So three hours in I make my big move. I’m waiting for a hypnotic scanning moment but several times it almost happens and then she breaks it off just before it gets intense. So next time it happens I just tell her:

Me: I want to kiss you now
Her: You shouldn’t try
Me: *vacuum eyes*
Her: I can tell you why, if you want
Me: Tell me

She launches into a long explanation about how she does find me attractive and if I’d done this earlier in the year she’d have had sex with me but at the moment she’s hung up on her ex boyfriend and trying to get him back. Harumph! She orders another drink and I just go back to rapport and framing. My best bet is this is 50-50, when logistics clear. That’s better than the 0% I rated it 24 hours earlier. But we say our goodbyes and my mind quickly turns to Vampira (I’ll let a picture of her lookalike explain it)

One in the middle

She’s smoking hot. Properly jaw-dropping sultry beauty in a little ballerina-sized body. Imagine a slavic version of Penelope Cruz in From Dusk Till Dawn. Now this is how it looks when a girl is up for it! We meet in a whiskey bar at 8pm and she’s dolled up well and immediately giving me the eye. She’s in the fashion industry and looks it, dressed like a comic book siren. So I settle into my drink and just let things unfold. She’s knocking the vodka back fast. I know what that means. I hold position and let her come to me. Within an hour she’s climbing over me in the bar so I start looking towards extracting her. She insists on showing me a nearby bar which serves a blueberry liquor (tasty, as it happens) and agrees to the short five minute walk to my apartment giving herself the pretext that she wants to watch the Mad Max 1 rerun that starts two hours later. Pretty quickly she’s topless on my bed and I start breaking down the LMR.

It’s here that something just clicks into place mentally. I suddenly figure out what it is about this girl (and other previous girls) that I really liked sexually versus the girls who I quickly tired of. Vampira has a tight little ballerina’s body but her hips and breasts are almost bursting out of her clothes. They aren’t big per se but there’s a buxom quality to her proportions and skin tone. The closest analogy I can conjure is to imagine an inflated beachball. When fully (perhaps over-) inflated the rubber is struggling to contain the air pushing against it from inside and it takes on a tight stretched look with all the wrinkles pushed out of it. In a girl this is like smooth vibrant skin with good subcuteous fat and strong curves. The girl seems totally in bloom. This I like. Vampira had such a tight young body I was slavering like a hungry wolf. In contrast Myrka looked great in clothes but once they came off she had a slightly deflated look. The taut stretchy vibrance just wasn’t there. And that, dear readers, drains me of the will to fuck a girl.

I made a mental note of it then started biting her ass. “Harder, leave marks” she purrs.

Artist’s impression, yesterday

Just as I start yanking her tights down she tells me “I promised myself I wouldn’t go that far tonight”, and that’s that. I set her hindbrain against it but she’s not budging. So we roll around a bit having our jollies but I’m gonna have to wait another date to fuck her. Harumph!

Next day I drink coffee and fly home to the land of ugly women. God save the queen.

Belgrade Diaries

October 10, 2012
krauserpua

I’m sitting in Zagreb airport sipping a Cedevita orange drink waiting for my gate call, one week after beginning this short jaunt out of London. An unexpected window opened up in my job schedule so with only a few day’s notice I’d gotten in touch with my top Belgrade girl and informed her of an impending whirlwind visit. Pre-framing myself that this wasn’t a gaming holiday I set myself easily attainable goals. Just frollick through the city with her for a few days, taking in the sights, smells and tastes while I catch up on my reading in the pavement cafes when she’s at university. That would be the first five days and then catch two days in Zagreb with my top girl there. I’d consider it a successful trip if I knocked over either girl, finished three books, and washed off the memory of work. I very much pre-framed myself out of doing daygame because I just didn’t want the pressure of relentlessly approaching ’till I got laid. This was about relaxation.

It turned out a little different.

First night I walk out my little private apartment and onto the main promenade to meet my girl (we’ll call her Myrka, after the porno actress she closely resembles), the streets bustling with the early evening crowd. Already my head is turning every minute as another beautiful Krauser girl totters past. London this is not. In the short walk to Coffee Dream I’ve seen at least twenty girls who excite me more than the girl I’m about to meet. It’s reminiscent of my July trip in Istanbul where I was walking around with my Turkish ex, a famous actress, and while every male head was turning to gawp at her my head was gawping at the young tight Turkish girls who made my blood bubble far more than the older lady I was with. I know there’s a problem. I shouldn’t feel like this on the way to a date with a girl I feel genuine affection for, a low-eight. Certainly not a grotty pump’n’dump candidate.

After eating in the traditional restaurant district I take Myrka home and fuck her. She’s completely deeply converted, more than willing to let me defile every orifice and treat her however I deem appropriate. But I just don’t have the will for it. I send her home and I’ve already lost interest in her. It’s not a nice feeling. Much soul searching follows.

My number two Serb confirms she’s not making the 4-hour trip from her hometown because she can’t face lying to her parents about it. I’ll get this girl next time but I’m not sure if I should. I’m feeling quite dark sided and uncomfortable with it.

Next day I can no longer resist so I knock out five or six sets until I get a weak-looking number from a smoking hot volleyball player (we’ll call her Maria, after the fitness model she closely resembles) and a dappy 18 year old tart I idate for an hour. The latter seems like a solid prospect but her mum calls and cockblocks. She goes on to facebook for long game and mummy’s visit means I don’t see her again this trip. I meet Myrka again to test my feelings, see if I’m just getting a low-libido revulsion and that I actually still fancy her but no, it’s gone. I’m cold. We watch the new Total Recall in the cinema and the whole time my mind is on hitting the streets to rustle up new targets. Secure Attachment Pug is off chasing cars, Relentless Notch Count Hyena is scratching at the door for the first time in months. I tell Myrka its over and she nearly collapses. A new alpha widow.

The third day rolls around and I try to recover my original plan, sipping coffee and working through my books. It’s impossible. Hot girls are everywhere. Not necessarily approacheable because Belgrade girls rarely walk solo but enough to keep my attention wandering. I see a hot solo girl go past and put down my book to give chase….. and some awkward asian guy flies past and opens her with a really clumsy street stop. Harrumph! Once you’ve daygamed you always recognise it so I look around for his coach and who may that be but James Marshall. I’m not letting these streets go uncontested! A smoking hot Krauser Girl ambles by and I claim her. Nice girl, but its not on. I do a few more sets and end up with another two numbers while Maria is returning my texts. She seems keen.

I’m at a low point now. It’s the first time in three years I’ve gamed a foreign country without a wing. Solo foreign daygame is hard. You have to really control your state. There’s a whole mix of emotions mostly trying to talk myself out of gaming (“this is meant to be a reading holiday”) knowing full well that my core is driving me to find new girls. Maria texts to say she’s finished university late (this is Friday evening) and is going home. My Hail Mary invite hits and she comes out to meet me late on. As she struts across Republica Square many heads turn and I congratulate myself inwardly. The date goes very well, stretching out till past midnight and several bars. She’s got a tight rein on herself so I know there’s no hope of a first night lay. Perhaps someone of Steve‘s calibre could pull it off, but I’m at the stage where knocking over eights is usually a multi-date challenge. Deep rapport goes beautifully and she really warms to the questions game telling me it’s a month since she had sex (her only ever sexual partner), she’s only ever kissed ten boys, and her most embarrassing secret is she likes to lock herself in the bathroom and dance to her ipod. The date ends with a non-committal peck on the lips but I know this girl is well into me. A couple more dates and there’ll be another deep conversion. My mood has lifted.

Saturday comes and I struggle out of bed at noon. I’m still having the internal to-daygame-or-not-to-daygame struggle. As I walk to Coffee Dream for late breakfast the choice is made for me when another cute Krauser Girl goes by. Another number. Over coffee Maria texts to request a second date within the hour. Ok, suits me. James Marshall walks past me with another student so I introduce myself then head off to the date.

I have the most enjoyable afternoon of the trip, walking along the river, through quaint streets, sharing coffee, sitting in the park. It’s five hours of delightful company with Maria on my arm. My ego loves how many passersby clock us and head turn. Every time a hot girl does it I go into my little chick crack routine:

Me: I know what she’s thinking, you know
Her: What?
Me: She’s looking at you and thinking “how the hell did she find a guy like him? where can I get one?”

I still don’t fuck her but this is Belgrade not LA. She asks for my email and we’ve been chatting since. So I leave Belgrade having upgraded my local girl from a low-eight to a high-eight. I feel mercenary. The bus trundles on towards Zagreb and I have low expectations for the two days I’ll be there. No time to game and only 70% sure my top target will turn up as promised on the last day (she’s off in her hometown for the weekend)…. to be continued…..

How to get a girl masturbating over facebook

October 9, 2012
krauserpua

Here’s another sex chat I did with a girl a few months ago. The usual ewwww warnings apply. Feel free to copy/paste with your own targets, just bear in mind the girl may google it. Everything is my words. Her responses are taken out, was mostly just expressing satisfaction. So we begin….

probably worth getting your vibrator if it’s nearby

So we are on holiday in Mexico, staying at some beach huts in the middle of nowhere. We’ve been there a week already

already done sightseeing and diving

We’ve been swimming in the sea today. I’m wearing my grey surf shorts. You’re in a bikini

what colour?

We haven’t seen anyone all day. It’s a completely secret part of the beach

Just us, playing around, swimming, eating sandwiches

We pop back into the beach hut to collect a bottle of vodka

We have a quick shower together, to freshen up. Still wearing our swimwear

When the cool water is splashing onto your head and shoulders, running down between your breasts…

… I like it

I can see your nipples go hard

We are looking at each other, a quick kiss

We both know we want sex right now, but we’ll wait a little

We don’t bother drying. We just grab the bottle of vodka and a towel, then go back out, walking along the beach

It’s getting a bit darker now. The air feels cooler on our skin

We are walking along the beach, feeling the soft sand between our toes, listenign to the crashing of the waves

Around the corner, there’s an old Mayan temple ruins. We visited it a few days ago to take photos

it’s closed now. We have better plans for it

We sneak up the path quietly, watching carefully to see if there’s any security

there isn’t. It’s completely empty

the only sounds we hear are the ocean waves and the animals moving around in the trees

We both take a sip of vodka. You are giggling at being so naughty

Soon we are at the top of the hill, where a big Mayan temple is

you’ve been drinking more vodka. Already you feel a bit drunk

like this

The sun has gone down but it’s not so dark yet. Just dusk. There’s still some rays of sunshine coming over the horizon

the temple seems to catch them

I take your hand. You think we are going to walk up

No. I pick you up and throw you over my shoulder. You are going to be my human sacrifice tonight

well, the sword is meat, not metal…..

so I’m climbing up the stairs with you on my shoulder

every now and then I stop and you pour some vodka into my mouth

and I slap your ass

Finallywe reach the top and I lay you down on the altar…. exactly where they used to kill people. You feel tingly and weird, but very hot

I take your hands and stretch them over your head, holding them down

you feel like this

so I rip your bikini top off

not untie. I rip it

so your breasts spill out

hard nipples

you are already writhing and grinding your hips, moaning softly

I’m still holding your hands down against the cold stone. You can feel it cold against your ass

With my free hand I roughly caress your body, feeling every curve

You are looking into my face, and the sky, imagining how the Mexican virgins felt when they were killed here

wondering if they were raped first

it turns you on. it’s just so dangerous….

I kiss your breasts, and drag the tip of my tongue down your stomach… it tickles a little

I bite your hips and thighs

now I’m holding your legs down too, at your ankles

I keep kissing down the length of your leg, down the calves, down to your ankles

you are struggling to control yourself now, you keep staring at my cock, waiting for it to come out

now I rip your bikini bottoms off. It’s violent and leaves a pink mark on your skin

you are naked, panting, lifting your head up to look at me

The sunlight catches against the line of my shoulders, and my cheeks

I look powerful and determined, you know there’s nothing you can do to stop this

how do you feel?

You struggle your hands against my grip, but you aren’t strong enough

I force your legs apart and put my hand against you

You gasp in shock, and suddenly you are twice as hot

I can feel how wet you are, you grinding yourself against me

I let you do it

I help a little, rubbing you, pushing my fingers into you

there’s some resistance, but not much, and I slide them in deep, feeling how warm you are

Then I move around to your head

I’m behind you now, you are still on your back, looking behind

I grab your hair and slide you to the end of the altar. Your head is hanging over the side

I pull down my shorts and force my cock into your mouth, your head upside down

I stuff it in hard, and you are immediately full, almost gagging

it feels like it’s going all the way down your throat

so deep you feel my balls against your nose

then I put a hand on each breast, flick your nipples, and start fucking your face

You’ve got both hands on your pussy now, playing with it, making yourself hotter and hotter

I take a drink of vodka, then poor some over your breasts and stomach

I’m laughing now, “murdering” my innocent victim on the altar

You can just feel my cock going in and out, choking you, your tongue licking and you’re sucking hard

Every thrust shakes your body, sometimes scratching you on the cold hard stone, but you don’t care

I pour the rest of the vodka over you. Your skin shines with the liquid in the low light

It feels cold and refreshing on your hot skin

Then I take the neck of the bottle and push it into your pussy

You gasp at first. Unbelieving, that I did it

It feels cold. My cock is now hot in your mouth, and the bottle is cold inside the other end

But soon your relax and accept it. It’s just a unique vibrator!

So you are rubbing your clitoris while I push the bottle in and out, and keep fucking your poor face….

Then I change my mind

I pull out, and drag you to your feet by your hair, then bend you over the altar

You don’t like being suddenly empty. You flail your hands around, searching for my cock

I put your arms behind your back and then take you from behind. You squeal as my cock slides all the way inside your pussy. Finally, you have what you want

I slide in so you feel my balls against your pussy and my hips pushing your ass flat

how about now?

So I’m fucking you hard now

It’s pretty violent, but your body is strong enough

You haven’t been fucked properly for months and now you are getting the fuck of your life

You are moaning hard

I slap your ass and you scream. So loud some birds fly away out of a tree

I’m holding your hands, pinned behind your back, with one hand, and grabbing your hair with the other, pushing your cheek against the cold stone

but you aren’t thinking about the cold stone. Your whole mind and spirit is thinking about my cock, slamming into you hard, over and over again

shaking your world

I let one hand free and you start rubbing your pussy

bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm

I can feel your pussy tightening against my cock, trying to suck the cum into you

You try to push your ass back into me, getting me as deep as possible, waiting until I fill you full of my cum

your whole body is going red, it’s so hot

So it’s just my cock now, hard and fast

sweat is dripping off you, your pussy is so wet it’s dripping

you are screaming my name

Then I pull out, and before you can think, I bury my cock deep into your ass

You almost rip in half as my hard cock forces into your ass

your knees shake

you let out a long deep moan, and close your eyes so tight I see tears

you are rubbing your pussy harder now

enjoying the twin pleasure, all the hottness between you legs

You feel much tighter now. I’m invading you

I don’t let you relax. I’m fucking you hard and harder, like a wild animal

Your eyes are spinning. You try to look ahead, focusing on the bricks in the temple, the trees behind it, anything,

Your whole body is shaking. It’s like a volcano about to explode

The pressure is rising

I can feel it too. I’m enjoying this. Looking at your young innocent body beneath me, as I ravage it, and treat it so roughly

Watching and hearing your pleasure at what I’m doing to you

finally it’s too much to me. I need to shower you with all my cum

I pull out and release you. You immediately spin around, on your knees, and almost swallow my whole cock

You are sucking it hard, rubbing your pussy, making yourself cum while you suck my cock

You’ve completely lost control now. All you care about is winning my cum

It’s so animal. Quite quickly I feel the familiar pressure and finally I come

I splash you all over. Your face, your breasts, your hair. My thick hot cum covers you

You gasp and smile as each blast hits you

And that sends you over the edge…..

Your whole body shivers, your knees knock together

and you let out a massive cry of pleasure

Your body shakes for a minute, a long hot orgasm

you are rubbing your pussy with one hand, and rubbing my cum into your skin with the other, enjoying your victory

……

Long game and deep conversion: Serb singer

October 2, 2012
krauserpua

I came back from Belgrade with two solid leads of high quality classy girls. One of them I’ve already talked about. This is the other girl. I met her in a Belgrade nightclub by steamrolling her group and rapid escalating. I’ll start off here with the very first Facebook chat about a week later. I haven’t banged her yet… just had her topless on a bed in her friends’ house party. The chat starts out pretty boring, just watch for how she gradually gets sucked in and lets her defences down.

Me: what are you wearing?

Her: my pajamas

Me: …. not sexy at all -5 points

Her: we can stop talking if you expect from me to have with you some special sexi relation on the face book i cant say to you – well I am wearind – notinig wearing – sorry

Me: haha…… so prudish!

Her: i am disappointing your expectations I know, but that is me

Me: (link)

Her: you can allways say to me – look girl you are board to me, I wont some sexy and brutal girl for fun

Me: you are very serious today

Her: I will not be offended

Me: what’s today’s plan for you?

Her: I just I never spoked with some of my sex appeal exept with my ex boyfrined, you flatter me but still I am not good in this I feel good when you say that I am pretty and good looking, you are too by the way

Me: thank you can you understand my English ok?

I’ve miscalibrated my opening, trying to position her as a wild girl and she’s resisting. So I take a different tack a few days later…

Me: hey, serb!

Her: hey what`s up

Me: I’ve just been to Hampstead village to see a friend. He has been living in Japan for 6 months, and is visiting London for a week you?

Her: ok, you and your friends love japan, that`s the most popular coutry today i am resting, today it was tough day I have a headache couse of the sun

Me: Probably, your head looks like a tomato

Her: Nick can you wait for a secund i must go the kitchen

Me: ..

Her: … my head is not like tomatoes!!my head is beautofull… then your head is like an egg ,,:)) you give me weird comments ,you know

Me: my head does not look like an egg it looks like a potato

Her: you just sad that my head look like potato

Me: tomato

Her: ooo my god, i am tired ok it looks like potato ilittle I must practice English because I work with people from Egypt and Tunisia, Russia … I am volunteer at school but I still can not think so fast in English

Me: how old are the children at this school

Her: (redacted)… I am very happy to work with kids

Me: yeah, I liked teaching children when I was in Japan. Kids have a good energy and a love for life

Her: Yes they are so innocent but still very smart

Me: I’m listening to Doo Wop music now. Do you know it?

Her: blah blah blah…. ok i must go now it was a pleasure talking with you

Me: you too, have fun! :

Her: see you on fb panda bear

This in low-8 form

So I’m dropping in DHVs and running playful comfort without any sexualisation. We’ve found some connection over working with kids and she’s showing me a but more of her life. Everything is still a bit short, clipped an superficial. A few days later….

Me: hey I’m busy exercising, but want to say hi

Her: ok hi Nick that`s nice I am chating with kids how can you multitask I can not imagine exercise and tipping at the same time

Me: taking a break. Doing kickboxing training

Her: Ok that was logical… otherwise you would have to be a Bonaparta to do several things in the same time. I am going to sleep now. Good night

Just touching base, drop a DHV, keep myself in her mind without making any demands. A few days later….

Me: oi Serb!

Her: hi how are you

Me: I’m good, enjoying great weather, sitting in the garden with friends you?

Her: i am ok, I am home with my parents now, came out from the city where I study where i go to college I am checking one song, I applied for a talent show

Me: mmmm, that’ll be interesting which song?

Her: that is a problem I do not know yet, I have a couple of them, I caught a cold a lot my throat is not good but i can sing now this song wait a secund

Me: ok

Her: (redacted link) my voice is deep now and i love [black jazz singer]

Me: it’s good I remember you have a very sexy voice when you were singing

Her: i am a liitle bit nervous about kompetition hahaha tnx

Me: when is it?

Her: for 2 weeks I think they will call me but in belgrade i was singing a serbian traditional songs, that can not be sexy, but yes i could have sexy voice i remember that night everythink about me was sexy for you nick my sister calls me i must go sorry

Me: ok

Her: we will chat I like to talk with you by

I’m putting out more happy vibes and I can feel her starting to warm to it. A few days later I put up a photo from boxing sparring where I have a big long bruise/scrape across my forehead. Now she finally lets her id run free and invests big time. She lets on how much she’s been thinking about me, trying to solve the puzzle of me, and wondering what I think of her. This is where I know the only thing between now and sex is logistics.

Her: how did your friend make you this bad scar

Me: punching my head

Her: I noticed that you’re not a man who likes to talk a lot, most of the time I’m talking or gibbering, and when i ask you something you give me the obvious answer, and then somehow i feel uncomfortable because it turns out to ask a stupid question. Sometimes when I see you on fb I would like to speak but I stop because I do not know what to say and then it turns out I’m talking more than you do and that could look like selfishly I found that you are an introvert. phlegmatic, calm person and I can not exactly figure out why are you interested in me, because I can be annoying a little (like now) and my English is bad…, I even think that you laugh often when I write something wrong. And now I probably ruined our spontaneous talking in the future but that is me. Worry when I don`t no need to worry. But you can still anwer with – OK on this message ( i will understand), like you did that night in Belgrade when you didn`t escape from me and many guys would couse of my unexpected behavior. Ok, I think that I cross the line now. I speak too much. Good night

Me: Don’t worry [her name]. I’m quite happy for you to talk alot. Chat to me anytime I guess you really like me

Her: Ok this is better than OK in your stille af course i can ask the same questione

Me: You’re a lovely girl. I like you. I’m usually good at judging people, so I’m confident I am right about you

Her: ok, I am glad that you dont think I am crazy. I am usually very suspicious and paranoid about people, i allways think that it is not like it seems…but I like U to. too – sorry

Me: Have you thought about our night together much?

Her: i will talk about that later, i must go know.

Me: ok

Her: nick I didn`t ignore your questione, it became crowd in my room,I want to answer you are when averyone is not all around me.

Me: no problem

Her: ..Sometimes..I do. From several different perspectives. One – it was wonderfull and passionate …secund – it was different, i broke down my life rutine and rules. That is really refreshing!! It is good to know you fit in society, whatever it is, and I dissagree with today’s standards of conduct in particular the girl`s behavior. I totally condemn today’s criteria of normality.Today everything is upside down. Values are mixed and warped. And… I am a control freak and that night was different And you were kind and patient but I am not suprised, you are older and familiar with the female world . And yes you are good looking guy ( but again you could be a psychopath – because I dont know you :)). This raises your ego and you already are too confident. If you’re in the mood, replies to me why you think women should follow the instructions of man. This is typical for the Balkans attitude, it is strange to me the English have the same opinion. Of course you are not obliged to write essays like I do :))

Me: I’m happy that you had a good time with me Men are designed to lead. To go into the world and take what they need. To make decisions and to have a direction. Women are designed to choose a man and then follow him. They don’t like the responsibility of leadership and can feel uncomfortable and alone, without direction A woman feels happiest when she is inside the world of a strong kind man she loves. She feels protected from the danger of the world, and has freedom to give her affection and love to him unfortunately, there’s lots of feminist bullshit that tries to convince women that it is bad to be feminine. Feminism tries to fool women into becoming like men And when women try to be men, they become very unhappy that’s why there are no young, pretty, happy feminists feminists are always old, ugly, and angry because they have wasted their life following a false god of Equality

Her: …..Wait to absorb this . you write an essay for the first time. But I`ll give you the answer for shure ok I agree with you in some parts…neo-feminism has ruined the relationship between women and men I am a child from a traditional family… in college I studyi todays family that has totally lost its identity….. I even enjoyed reading something you wrote, but…. men who have a similar attitude as you, often minimize women abilities

Her: “A woman feels happiest when she is inside the world of a strong kind man she loves. She feels protected from the danger of the world, and has freedom to give her affection and love to him

unfortunately, there’s lots of feminist bullshit that tries to convince women that it is bad to be feminin” – true

Me: women are perfectly designed for their natural role. They have exactly the abilities they need also, women can deputise for men when they need to. But they aren’t as good at men’s things, and they feel uncomfortable doing it

Modern men are weak and feminine. It’s embarassing It’s so difficult for a woman to find a man who has all of the positive attributes When a woman dates a weak modern man, she doesn’t feel secure. She is constantly stressed and agitated because she can’t trust him so she’ll often misbehave, nag, complain, and do annoying things to release the nervous energy and usually, because the man is weak, he will accept it and apologise. This further display of weakness makes the girl even more agitated I see so many relationships like this. Totall unhappy, no natural balance

Her: I deffinitaly love to talk with you I need time to read and understade and to write but I can mannage There is a book, written by one Japanies writter … which is inspired by today’s chaos in society – ” the way to a society without fathers” I have hole seminar on that subject but I must go know I send you greetings !!

A few days later she’s entered chase mode…

Her: hi Nick how are you we didnt chat for a while…

Me: hi I just got home how are you?

Her: i thought you dont want to talk with me I am fine you dont need my picture, we can just stay in touch from time to time It means something to me, I do not know exactly whay why * and what never minde i must go

Me: Sorry, I’m chatting with a few friends talk soon!

Her: ok I understand, it was little uncomfortable while I was waitting, but that happens on fb, it`s ok, doesnt matter

Next day…

Her: ok it is very hard to beat you in conversatione when I dont know english enough, but on Serbian I am veery good, no one can compare with me you imagine somethin to talk with it means we are boring this is difficulte never minde, I need words.. and we dont undestand each other

Me: no problem I know English is not your first language. So don’t be shy about it I get frustrated when I speak Japanese and can’t express myself properly

Her: thats helping thank you. I’ll be honest … when I talk to you its like I’m not in the real world, everything is like in another dimension, i am shure this is funny to you, or it does not mean anything to you, and I am just one silly Serbian girl

Me: how do you mean “another dimension”? does it feel good?

Her: i dont know why I sent this

Me: I’m curious. I am interested in you

Her: omg I can not explain

Me: try

Her: I can actually but…

Me: … shy?

Her: sorry I lost net conectione no i an not shy i am insane

Me: I’ll try to guess……

Her: you dont have to wait to asnwer you

Me: ok?

Her: You might be explicit, and I am shure it si not what you think but ok, I ollow you

Me: I think you are normally quiet a strong-minded person. You are often confident, bossy, and independent but with me, your character changes. You become shy, girly, silly, giggly you like how you feel with me, but it’s so different. You don’t feel like your normal self *quite

Her: I am not in love with you Nick you describe that…I told you I am crazy…but you are not wrong totally I will answer you when I can concertrate… otherwise you will wait for an answer for ages…. joke , i must write proparly haha How can you know I am bossy you’re right, I love to dominate I know …..you’re good at judging people Nick I must go know my sister needs lap top but we will chat are you there?

Me: yeah, no problem

Her: Why you have an angry face smile goodby

Her: to some extent you’re right …. because I like to feel that way, I’m very disappointed in the new type of men, mollusks. I’m strong and I need someone who is stronger than me but more patient and calm. You represent someone in whom I could fall in love, if he lives in in country where I live, some younger and if there is an opportunity to really get to know. I didn’t idealised you, I am reasonable persone but in basic you are alfa meal and older, sophisticate, you have personality, confidence. (but I have a question – why are you such a chauvinist?) I dont know how much is wise to keep in touch, as much as today there are so many maniacs ( I watch Criminal Minds all the time) and you’re constantly wondering what I am wearing, do I have some sexy pictures….) It may be because of your normal high level of testosterone, higher sexual appetite which is normal for a strong man, but that can be you’re a sociopath too ( sorry I don’t want to offend you, I just try to think – what if you are ….) I do not know why I worry when we just chat and nothing more, there is small possibilityfor danger. and that’s why I am sayig I’m crazy and naive because. But yes I feellike that when I talk to you… There is one thing more. Since I was little, 14th I’m in love with Mr Darcy (Pride and Prejudice), that’s why I love English British so much, and when you spoked to me that night it was like in a fairy tale. You didn’t say things like Darcy did To Elizabeth , you were more like – You are so sexy and things like that but I am not Elizabeth Bennet and this is 21 century. there you go, You Know now who are you dealing with You may say something to convince me not to be paranoid

Me: It’s interesting the examples you use and the way you speak. Alot of your analysis is accurate Are you staying awake? You know I’m not a sociopath because you’ve seen my photos. You’ve seen how I look when I’m with my family, my nephews, my friends. But I can understand why you choose that word because some of the characteristics sociopaths have are also what I have I have a high opinion of myself, I believe in my own judgement, I like to travel, I don’t waste time on flowery meaningless conversation…. so these things are shared with sociopaths But the big defining feature of a sociopath is an inability to empathise with people – sociopaths are indifferent to people’s emotions, such as pleasure and pain. I’m the opposite. I’m hyper-sensitive to it (like most introverts) so I am careful in choosing who I allow to touch my nerves.

Her: I am night bird, I go to bad very late allways. I know all that facts about sociopath.They would do anything to get their rewards and thats wy I m scaring….I’m sorry I will not say that anymore I must say you are very gentle with your nephuws, lovely pictures really.

Drop another DHV….

Me: I was in a couple of movies when I was 13, in tiny roles

Her: really? You’ve been an actor why you didnt continiue

Me: it was just kid’s stuff, nothing special

Her: i loved to act when i was little , prepared show for my family show, I mimicked the famous singers I must go, its strart to be crowd in my room

Me: ok, no problem. We’ll talk another time have fun!

Her: bye my good-looking English friend

I figure it’s time to work on the logistics. Previously the hook and connection didn’t feel strong enough but at some point I have to progress things and keep the momentum going forward so I plant the seed. I don’t push hard, just put the seed in and give it time to work. So much of long game is incepting ideas and let her own imagination and hindbrain do the work.

Me: my favourite Serb

Her: i just wanted to say hello to you my GLEF is your interview for a job tomorow ?

Me: yes, I’m in Starbucks now doing some preparation

Her: ok I wish you good luck ! do you know what is GLEF i think you understud

Me: Green Lost Elephant Farmer

Her: ahahahahha you are good how did you know ??? you are write thats much more better then good looking english friend

Me: I know everything I’m going to show you around London

Her: of course, there is no doubt what ? yes in another life

Me: No. I want to see you. I’ll be working soon, so the best answer is to bring you to London for a holiday

Her: Nick…my chances to see London and you is the same as I was a ballerina in my past life and I dont believe in past life….my heart beat fast…you know….I take that as a compliment I really do but….

Me: Really. I’ll bring you over and pay for it. It’s only fair, because you’ll be investing your time in the journey

Her: if you’re not serious you wouldnt say that… ok… I’m nervous, I did not expect this and I have very big imagination

Me: Take your time and think about it. You don’t have to answer now I like you, so I want to show you my city and how I live

Her: Nick I appreciate…really you are great guy…but those things, they just dont work that way…..for me not. Maybe one day I will come, with my money, for example student exchange…I dont know You’re confusing me

sorry but I must ask you something… and be honest…do you usually bring girls to your town, girls you met…this is maybe stupid questione…

Me: Not often. But if I like a girl enough, I do. And sometimes I’ll visit her in her country. Long distance relationships are possible in this era of cheap flights

Her: OK.. I will not say that that is inpossible to happened but it is chanse are minimal

Me: unfortunately it’ll have to wait because I’m about to log off and go home. We’ll talk soon

Her: ok we will chat soon bye

Her: I’ll definitely think about this, but I think we’ll both be disappointed. I’d like to see you, and seing London for me is something unrealistic. Its funny but since I met you I automatically memorize all interesting things that has conectione with London. For example- Did you know that ( you certanly did, because you know eveuthing ) London completely burnt in1666 and that was the fault of the baker and his oven !! That fatal year was good in fact, because the plague vanished because of the fire… Ok Im babbling now but I needed a deflection. Good luck tomorow I am shure they will realised you are the best persone for that job

Another upside of these chats is she’s displayed lots of her character. I now know she’s introverted, feminine, passionate, educated and polite. All good signs that she’s worth spending time with. This post was end of August. I might put up material from September to let you all know how it’s progressing deeper.

Put no man’s judgement above your own

September 28, 2012
krauserpua

I try to be an easy-going chap, holding my frame and my positive mood above all the life’s little attempts to chip away and drag it down. Life is a constant struggle of maintaining order against the ~~first~~ / ~~second~~ / third* law of thermodynamics that leads to atrophy and chaos. Writ large in society barbarism is natural. Civilisation is but a whim of circumstance and in the end barbarism always wins. In microcosm your personal life is a never-ending struggle to maintain standards against constant woppery and inertia. So when I’m walking through a crowded underground platform in rush hour I don’t let the grey misery of my fellow man pull me down. When a train is two minutes late I don’t mutter and curse. If I get caught in the rain on my walk home I just hold my head high and enjoy the refreshing drizzle. Happiness is an internal state that (barring extreme outside intervention) is entirely within your control.

My typical office demeanour

But some things annoy the fuck out of me. Today it’s the Guru-Acolyte dynamic.

Men are social animals designed to fit into hierarchies. The sorting princple in the Excel spreadsheet of life can be column A (expertise), column F (power), column G (social status), column Z (age) or whatever. Yes, I just made that up. The point is we have an innate need to serve a higher cause and an innate coping strategy of slotting into our position in the hierarchy to faciliate the smooth operation of the social machine. A big part of taking the Red Pill is recognising a different position entitles you to different rewards and then wrenching yourself out of the structure for reinsertion at a higher point (or for sigmas, permament outsider status). Beginning from childhood you look up to the older kids and accept instruction from them. Nothing wrong there, social conditioning is an effective shortcut to learning and if the older boys avoid Mad Norman’s back garden because he shoots his air rifle at pesky kids then you are better off listening to them rather than risk a few pellets in the torso by going it alone. It’s natural to look up to the guy in your office who is more experienced than you. He has knowledge, you want it.

A self-important dickhead, yesteryear

Like many natural and useful social conventions this one can mess you up and in the self-development community we have gurus. Consider a normal path in Game.

A guy learns about community. Before long he becomes aware of the big names (Mystery, AFC Adam, David DeAngelo, Vince Kelvin etc) but lacks the judgement and experience to make his own assessment of who to listen to. So he timidly agrees with community consensus and buys the usual material, learns the familiar tropes of the community. Chances are he’s in a bit of a vulnerable way when he entered the community so he’s a bit of a sucker for the charlatans selling impossible dreams on one side and the denialist haters on the other. A rudderless ship. Eventually he’ll find some way of reaching a decision to discriminate between ideas and then likely decide to follow one particular guy for a while.

Oh dear. The guru trap.

It’s an irony of expertise is that by the time you’ve figured out which expert to listen to you’ve already learned enough that you needn’t bother. Life is full of wannabe gurus seeking to vacuum money, attention and validation out of unsuspecting acolytes. Each side to this co-dependence has their own goals. The acolyte is ostensibly seeking knowledge but emotionally is seeking reassurance and approval. Striking out on your own outside your comfort zone is a lonely job, a foreboding wander through desolate lands as you seek meaning, direction and nourishment for the soul. It’s far easier to turn back to your warm bed in that comfortable spot in the matrix you already know and love. So the acolyte attaches himself to a guru who fulfills his emotional needs without forcing him to recognise the ego trap he just set himself. The guru gets his own ego payoff. He thinks he’s near the end of his journey but hasn’t really filled that empty hole inside, which he believes he ought to have filled by now. Ostensibly he’s found his zen inner peace but emotionally he’s fraught with doubt. So the guru procures acolytes who will mirror his idealised self image of how awesome he is without forcing him to turn inward and confront his own doubts. Another ego trap.

Zagreb old town in mid-July

The PUA industry is set up to reinforce this mentality. A wannabe guru can widely advertise his skills and while remaining coy about details and evidence he can lure in the acolytes. Watch for it when at a bootcamp. The guru will stand infield like the Pied Piper with a phalanx of little pushovers around him waiting expectantly for leadership. The same little pushovers will approach coach for him and big up about how much he’s changed their lives and how awesome he is (just like in traditional martial arts all the senior grades gush about sensei being the toughest guy in the world). These pushovers will invade forums to defend their guru’s honour against any slight. Consider forum hierarchies. There’s always a load of gushing pushovers struggling to elbow each other out of the way to win access to their guru’s attention. They’ll reference him in their field reports, giggle excitedly when he posts, and just generally supplicate in a sickening manner.

Ugh.

Never put another man’s judgement above your own. If you go through life readily accepting other men as your betters then you’ve already lost. You’re another brick in the wall. By all means seek advice from men who are further down a road than yourself but the responsibility to assess their advice is yours and yours alone. Feel free to reject it. I’d happily seek out Roger Federer’s advice on how to play tennis, how to stay fit as a professional athlete, how to handle success or any one of a number of topics where he has proven success or (if failure) hard-won experience. But I won’t ask him how to street stop girls, and if he gives me retarded advice within his own field of expertise I’ll park it in the holding cell until I’m better able to assess it. I won’t be downloading my opinions from him. By all means seek out mentors, or if you’re an expert wishing to pass on knowledge find yourself a protege. But never surrender your own responsibility for thinking. And never seek another man to surrender his.

* I haven’t a bastard clue which one it is